Greetings,
To Wifey B: My humblest apologies for those of my sex who have dragged this post into the depths of lechery. For those degenerates who MUST. Here's a picture of a nice pair....
Speaking for myself, I'm MUCH too polite to comment on boobies.

Greetings,
To Wifey B: My humblest apologies for those of my sex who have dragged this post into the depths of lechery. For those degenerates who MUST. Here's a picture of a nice pair....
Speaking for myself, I'm MUCH too polite to comment on boobies.

Wifey B: They are....I like them too. I admit it...hehe. Those look to be something like maybe 42G as they're currently positioned.

Did you notice their feet are different colors or did you not look at their feet?

Oh and hubby and I and friends are going to explore in the tender a while, so you'll have to continue without me distracting you.

If we go slow is the tender then a trawler? It's got a 120 hp Weber I think so guess not since it's not diesel, plus it will go 40 knots. Oh well.....bye bye for now.

Close. A 1950 Nash. It didn't help at all when I moved to this sleek rocket-nosed Stude. I thought at least the illusion of a semi-plaining land-trawler would get some attention at the Dairy Dip. Production planing land-trawlers didn't really get going for sure till Brodrick Crawford sported his 55 Buick Century.

That thought crossed my mind a long time ago.
If not, they would/should have created two separate accounts.

MODS ... what say you?

Two very distinct persons. Flywright has been sent our individual emails. There are others who know us from another site where we have separate accounts. That was complicated since we often read together on a single phone or tablet as we'd have to sign out and in to post.

I would think our styles are distinct but maybe after 14 years together they aren't. I'm the serious one. She's the fun one.

Oh and we did ask early if sharing the account was a problem, the first time someone brought it up. And I'm typing now because she's driving the rib. Well, mostly dictating, but correcting autotype's.

It was midnight blue, and shaped like a flattened torpedo. Its headlights were under glass, and there were louvers on its long hood. Instead of a grille, there was an empty oval with a chrome bar across it.

I reached for the door handle on the driver's side. The first thing I noticed was that my fingers didn't go all the way through. Interesting.

The second thing I noticed was that unlike the case with the other cars in the showroom, the door was locked.

My mom found a salesman and deferentially asked whether five-year-old me might be allowed to sit in the car. To his credit, the salesman was happy to unlock the car for me.

When the door opened, I was almost knocked over by the intense smell of tanned leather. If I concentrate, I can still smell it.

Once I clambered into the driver's seat, I was confronted by an angry gold cat, silently growling at me at eye level from the hub of the steering wheel. The second thing I noticed was a long row of toggle switches in the middle of the dash. I've loved toggle switches ever since.

That's true, but any accurate description of an E-type would have to be poetic. Those other than poets (or at least the feelings) wouldn't know. The scent of leather, the richness of burlwood and the tease of a twin overhead-cam 3.8 or 4.2.....all shaped by passion instead of rationality. I mean come-on. Poetry.

Why is it that I listened to jazz or classical in my Jag and Rock & Roll in my American Muscle?

Close. A 1950 Nash. It didn't help at all when I moved to this sleek rocket-nosed Stude. I thought at least the illusion of a semi-plaining land-trawler would get some attention at the Dairy Dip. Production planing land-trawlers didn't really get going for sure till Brodrick Crawford sported his 55 Buick Century.

I think Nash would have been my second guess, but from memory I expected that shape to be older than '50. Carry over from post-war (which were mostly pre-war) designs... So much for memory. In this case, looks like the change started in '49, largely evidenced by incorporating the wheel wells into the main body, versus the protruding fenders of the '48s...

Two different renditions of "bullet-nose," on the Studebaker and the Buick.